65th Transformation [text | action for Shark House]

[exeggutorhead]

[There's just a short text from Envy's number today:]

Hypothetically, if you have to use a fire extinguisher on an oven, the oven would still work afterwards right?

[Any of Envy's housemates who came to investigate the mix of angry and then panicked shouting that happened shortly before that text went out will be able to find him sitting on the edge of the couch, with flecks of foam all over his front and in his hair, staring at the door to the kitchen like he'd like to murder it. There's a thick, acrid smoke spilling out of the doorway. It smells a little like oranges. But mostly just nasty burnt food.]

[Looking inside the kitchen will reveal batter covered dishes, a frying pan filled to the edges with a smoldering black thing which may have been a pancake, and a pot that's the source of most of the smoke. It's also clearly what the fire extinguisher was aimed at. No, that wasn't a hypothetical question at all.]

[Envy, in the midst of the frustration, is hoping that he's not going to have to buy Greed a new oven.]

Comments

[exeggutorhead]

Have to say, that still sounds better than a first job at the Pokemart.

So did they kick you out after you wrecked an oven or did you get to stay on? They've got to be used to it if they hire anyone.



I mean I'm just assuming you wrecked an oven, here.

[fatalissimo]

Slightly. I only slightly wrecked an oven.

...Okay, no, but they're pretty forgiving over there. I guess they have to be, the town's kind of crawling with monks, so everyone learns the art of zen and donut-making or something.

What were you - hypothetically - doing that set an oven on fire, anyway?

[exeggutorhead]

Fine, fine, slightly.

Hypothetically, I was trying to make a crepes recipe that I can't read the whole name of and seemed like it would be easier and not involve anything catching fire. So the stovetop is what would have gotten most of the fire extinguishing.

If this had actually happened, that is.

[fatalissimo]

Oh, hey, there we go. On the plus side, if it's just the stovetop then that's probably a little less fucked. Better than having to hose down the entire oven, anyway, it might be salvageable.

...I've got no idea how you hypothetically fucked up crepes that bad, though. Did you make them too thin somehow or what?

[exeggutorhead]

Oh, it wasn't the crepes that caught on fire. The hypothetical recipe wanted me to make some kind of 'orange beurre' and there was liquer in it and THAT was where the fire would have come in.

[And approaching this like alchemy where it doesn't matter what order you put everything together in so long as it's all measured out right...DIDN'T WORK OUT.]

[fatalissimo]

...How. How did you fuck that up.

Did you just hypothetically dump it in or something?